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Avril MMXXIII

Films

Le Troisième Homme (The Third Man) (1949) de Carol Reed avec Joseph Cotten, Alida Valli, Orson Welles, Trevor Howard, Bernard Lee, Paul Hörbiger et Ernst Deutsch

Fantasia chez les ploucs (1971) de Gérard Pirès avec Lino Ventura, Jean Yanne, Mireille Darc, Georges Demestre, Nanni Loy, Jacques Dufilho, Georges Beller et Rufus

Super Mario Bros. le film (The Super Mario Bros. Movie) (2023) de Aaron Horvath et Michael Jelenic avec Pierre Tessier, Audrey Sourdive, Benoît Du Pac, Jérémie Covillault, Emmanuel Garijo, Xavier Fagnon, Nicolas Marié et Thierry Desroses

La Folie des grandeurs (1971) de Gérard Oury avec Louis de Funès, Yves Montand, Alice Sapritch, Karin Schubert, Alberto de Mendoza et Gabriele Tinti

Les Trois Mousquetaires : D'Artagnan (2023) de Martin Bourboulon avec François Civil, Vincent Cassel, Romain Duris, Pio Marmaï, Eva Green, Vicky Krieps, Louis Garrel : Louis XIII et Lyna Khoudri

Vacances romaines (Roman Holiday) (1953) de William Wyler avec Gregory Peck, Audrey Hepburn, Eddie Albert, Hartley Power, Harcourt Williams et Margaret Rawlings

Le Signe de Zorro (The Mark of Zorro) (1940) de Rouben Mamoulian avec Tyrone Power, Linda Darnell, Basil Rathbone, Gale Sondergaard, Eugene Pallette, J. Edward Bromberg et Montagu Love

Flair de famille (2023) de Didier Bivel avec Sylvie Testud, Samuel Labarthe, Fatim-Zarha Alami Marrouni, Oscar Copp et Anne Girouard

Un pont trop loin (A Bridge Too Far) (1977) de Richard Attenborough avec Dirk Bogarde, James Caan, Michael Caine, Sean Connery, Edward Fox, Elliott Gould, Gene Hackman, Anthony Hopkins et Robert Redford

Sirocco (1951) de Curtis Bernhardt avec Humphrey Bogart, Märta Torén, Lee J. Cobb, Everett Sloane, Gerald Mohr, Zero Mostel et Nick Dennis

West Side Story (1961) de Jerome Robbins et Robert Wise avec Natalie Wood, Marni Nixon, Richard Beymer, Jimmy Bryant, Russ Tamblyn, Rita Moreno, Betty Wand, George Chakiris, Simon Oakland et Ned Glass

Inspecteur Lavardin (1986) de Claude Chabrol avec Jean Poiret, Jean-Claude Brialy, Bernadette Lafont, Jean-Luc Bideau, Jacques Dacqmine et Hermine Clair

La Bête humaine (1938) de Jean Renoir avec Jean Gabin, Simone Simon, Fernand Ledoux, Julien Carette, Blanchette Brunoy et Gérard Landry

L'Homme qui tua Liberty Valance (The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance) (1962) de John Ford avec John Wayne, James Stewart, Vera Miles, Lee Marvin et Edmond O'Brien

Le Goût des autres (2000) d'Agnès Jaoui avec Anne Alvaro, Jean-Pierre Bacri, Alain Chabat, Agnès Jaoui, Gérard Lanvin, Christiane Millet et Wladimir Yordanoff

Remorques (1941) de Jean Grémillon avec Michèle Morgan, Jean Gabin, Madeleine Renaud, Fernand Ledoux, Charles Blavette, Jean Marchat, Nane Germon et Anne Laurens

Le Dindon (2019) de Jalil Lespert avec Dany Boon, Guillaume Gallienne, Alice Pol, Ahmed Sylla, Laure Calamy et Camille Lellouche

Adieu les cons (2020) d'Albert Dupontel avec Virginie Efira, Albert Dupontel, Nicolas Marié, Jackie Berroyer, Philippe Uchan, Bastien Ughetto et Marilou Aussilloux

Indiana Jones et la Dernière Croisade (Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade) (1989) de Steven Spielberg avec Harrison Ford, Sean Connery, Denholm Elliott, Alison Doody, John Rhys-Davies, Julian Glover et River Phoenix

Tigre et Dragon (臥虎藏龍, Wò Hǔ Cáng Lóng) (2000) d'Ang Lee avec Chow Yun-fat, Michelle Yeoh, Zhang Ziyi, Chang Chen, Cheng Pei-pei et Sihung Lung

Séries

Friends Saison 6, 7

Celui qui faisait sa demande : 1re partie - Celui qui faisait sa demande : 2e partie - Celui qui croyait faire jeune - Celui qui réglait le mariage - Celui qui s'était mal assis - Celui qui retrouvait son rôle - Celui qui avait toujours l'air bizarre - Celui qui aimait les petites siestes - Celui qui avait un livre à la bibliothèque - Celui qui n'aimait pas les chiens - Celui qui offrait un vélo - Celui qui se déguisait - Celui qui aimait les cheesecakes - Celui qui a passé la nuit debout - Celui qui a vu mourir Rosita - Ceux qui avaient trente ans - Celui qui avait un cerveau neuf - Celui qui savait la vérité sur Londres - Celui qui voyait la robe de mariée - Celui qui récupérait le prix - Celui qui avait une jolie cousine - Celui qui fantasmait sur le baiser - Celui qui écrivait ses vœux - Celui qui rencontrait l'auteur de ses jours - Celui qui a épousé Monica : 1re partie - Celui qui a épousé Monica : 2e partie

Coffre à Catch

#109 : Le Dirt Sheet débarque à la ECW ! - #110 : Aurélien Portehaut débarque à la ECW ! - #111 : Mark Henry vs Matt Hardy - C'est un Perfect 10 ! - #112 : Le Championship Scramble: le titre de Mark Henry en danger!

Top Gear Saison 11

L'art de la chasse - La traversée du Japon - Alfas bon marché - Apprentis policiers - Spéciale Inde - Ski vs Audi - Angleterre vs Allemagne - Spécial Pôle Nord

Meurtres au paradis Saison 12

Désignée coupable - Un foyer aimant - La lettre anonyme : première partie - La lettre anonyme : deuxième partie

Affaires sensibles

La crise des missiles de Cuba - Poutine/Macron : le face-à-face des présidents - L'affaire Iacono : le mensonge - L’Erika ou la monstrueuse année noire - Cinq colonnes à la Une : la révolution télévisuelle - La sombre histoire du roi du polar, José Giovanni - « Humilier les morts pour terroriser les vivants » : la profanation de Carpentras - Georges Marchais, les mémoires effacées. - Le renard de Kerlouan

L'agence tous risques Saison 3, 4

Jeu de piste - Chasseurs de primes - Effacez-les ! - Les Chevaliers de la route - Boisson gazeuse - Le jugement dernier : 1re partie - Le jugement dernier : 2e partie - Mystère à Beverly Hills - Le docteur est sorti - Aux frais de la princesse - Un quartier anglais - Le monstre du lac - La route de l'espoir - Gran prix - Rien que du muscle - Un quartier tranquille - Prudence les enfants - Opération Abraxis - Le trésor sous la mer - Rock N' Roll - Une vraie mine d'or

Inspecteur Barnaby Saison 7

L'Homme du bois - La Réunion des anciennes - La Malédiction du tumulus - Le Prix du scandale - La Légende du lac

Spectacles

Fallait pas le dire ! (2023) de Salomé Lelouch avec Pierre Arditi, Evelyne Bouix et Pascal Arnaud

Dido : Live at Brixton Academy (2004)

Livres

Nanar Wars : Le Pire Contre-Attaque ! d'Emmanuel Prelle et Emmanuel Vincenot

Détective Conan : Tome 6 de Gôshô Aoyama

Détective Conan : Tome 7 de Gôshô Aoyama

Une enquête du commissaire Dupin : Un été à Pont-Aven de Jean-Luc Bannalec

Détective Conan : Tome 8 de Gôshô Aoyama

On ne vit qu'une fois, souvenirs d'hier et d'aujourd'hui de Roger Moore

#mediatheque #avril23

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bisexualhobi · 2 years ago

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have you heard the rosé doing coke rumors? a former exec at burberry posted a picture with her and kang dong won and a bunch of other ppl at eva chow's house and then ppl started saying the dish in the upper corner has lines of coke and he deleted the post 😭😭 www(.)allkpop(.)com/article/2023/04/a-photo-of-blackpinks-ros-actor-kang-dong-won-sparks-various-rumors i did not have this (or taehyun chaving a club scandal) on my 2023 kpop scandal bingo card haha

i did i saw the whole thing go down 😭 from when GIRL0VESICK who is apparently a blink that antis rosé started the rumor (it wasn't armys this once they just took it and ran with it) to now that it's been debunked cause it turned out it's just the pattern on the table.... but then why did that guy delete the post lmao 😭

#asks

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vgbellylover · 2 years ago

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A Bigger Case than Expected [Commission]

A commission from @Tummyrubblins2 about a convergence of worlds and a romance between two heroes brought together because of it. They decide to grow fat together. [m/m]

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When Yusuke first took this job, he had honestly hoped for a bit more excitement. The paranormal detective agency he joined had been investigating a series of rifts in the space-time continuum that turned out to be bridges to other worlds. It had been a pleasant surprise to encounter some of the participants from the Tournament of Power. Not only that, he had also crossed paths with the Demon Inuyasha on several occasions, as well as some from... simpler times, such as Himura Kenshin and Guts, the Black Swordsman. He also could have sworn he caught a glimpse of an Eva unit or two. A number of their guests had agreed to help figure out what was going on, though even with the added help, they weren't making much progress.

One thing the young man found he missed about being a spirit detective was a high metabolism. Back then, he could eat whatever he wanted and not have to worry about gaining any weight. However, since returning, his demonic heritage had gone dormant, but his appetite remained. So, whenever he wasn't actively working on the case, he was stuffing his face with the greasiest, fattiest foods he could get his hands on and was quickly developing a noticeable portliness. Even now, as he and Goku made their way to the newest rift site while chowing down on a couple of foot-long chili dogs they had purchased, his rounded belly was hanging out of his tight green tracksuit for all the world to see. Barely, anyway, but still.

He swallowed the last bit of sauce-covered bun, licked his fingers, and chugged the rest of the sports drink he bought with his food, tossing his garbage into a nearby wastebasket. He was still hungry. Of course he was. He was always hungry now. He held his stomach with both hands. It gurgled and churned, indicating its displeasure. It was fairly quiet for some time, but then let out a sudden, and rather loud, whine.

His partner turned to him. "Wow~ That was quite the noise, Yu. You're still hungry?"

Yusuke sighed. "I'm always hungry. It's a pain in the ass."

"Literally, or figuratively?" Goku asked with a laugh.

"Yes."

"If you want a training buddy, I'd be more than happy to help you out. I wouldn't wanna get too out of shape either."

The prospect of doing something besides laze around and fill his ever-demanding gut genuinely appealed to the young detective. "I'd appreciate that, actually. I'm getting a little tired of seeming like little more than a fat ass."

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with having a bit of a belly, kid. Honestly, I kinda wish I could develop one."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"I was browsing this... 'internet' you guys have here and found a piece about functional muscle. Apparently, it's more healthy to have a good amount of fat as well as muscle, than to be just solid muscle."

"Ha, if you stopped using your Super Sayien and Ultra Instinct powers and let yourself get a little or of shape, maybe you could build up some fat reserves."

"Well, I can't seem to use those powers right now, anyway. Trunks and Bulma seem to think it had something to do with this rift problem we have."

They had no sooner made it to the rift site, that the light that emitted from the tear had risen to blinding levels. The two of them took cover behind some nearby rubble to protect their eyes from the incandescence. That only happened when something, or someone, was coming through.

When the light died, the two roommates peeked around their cover. The rift had disappeared and a man was standing in its place. Dressed in a deep blue jumpsuit adorned with yellow and white armor, he was looking rather confused.

Goku stood up, seeming to recognize him. "Vegeta? Is that you, man?"

The other man spun around. He has spiky black hair and a scouter over his right eye. It was Vegeta. "Kakarot. What's going on here?" His expression tightened. "And what are you wearing?"

Yusuke's partner looked down at his clothes. He had traded his gi for a set of orange cargo pants, tall black boots, and a fitted black t-shirt. "I wish I could say what going on, but I honestly have no idea," the protector apologized as Yusuke also revealed himself.

As the two Sayiens conversed, Yusuke felt his body telling him to feed it again and a loud gurgle escaped him.

Goku and Vegeta stopped and stared at him as his face grew bright red. He mumbled an apology when the Sayian Prince spoke up. "I don't think we're acquainted."

"Oh," Goku laughed again. "This is Yusuke. He's a former spirit detective, I met him when I first arrived on this planet. He's been letting me crash at his place." He turned back to his roommate. "You think you got room for one more?"

Yusuke thought for a moment. "I don't think so. Not comfortably, anyway."

"Hmm, perhaps you won't have to."

"Whaddaya mean?"

"Where we come from, it's possible for two people of a certain power threshold to fuse into a single body."

"That would be convenient, yeah, but our powers are... weakened here."

Vegeta seemed unsurprised. "Perhaps these will help?" He asked, reaching into a pocket and pulling out a pair of earrings. They consisted of small yellow orbs attached to a metal ring via a few tiny links.

"Where did you get those?"

"I've had them for a while, saving them for a special occasion. I think this may be such an occasion." He offered one earring to his rival. The great protector accepted the piece of jewelry and the two warriors attached the ornaments to their earlobes. Another bright light nearly blinded Yusuke. When the light faded, a single figure stood before him, one hand on his hip. His appearance was closer to that of the Sayian Prince but retained Goku's more light-hearted expression. His clothes were identical to what Yu's roommate had been wearing, except his cargo pants were now a deep blue, instead of bright orange.

The young detective did his best not to stare. For some reason, he found the man before him... attractive. Very attractive. "Right. So... what am I supposed to call you now?"

"People call us 'Vegito' in this form."

Yusuke was about to respond when his stomach demanded food again. He flushed. Vegito laughed.

"Maybe we should get some food in that belly of yours. I've been meaning to mention I think it looks good on you," the older man said, patting Yusuke's fat gut as he turned to leave the site.

The shopping district Yu led his new fusion partner to was lined with a variety of restaurants and street food vendors. They approached the first joint on the street. It was a simple Japanese diner and there was a group of samurai seated at a far table.

One raised a hand in greeting as Vegito and Yusuke approached an empty table nearby. It was Himura. Yusuke absently noted the ancient hero seemed a bit... heavier. He and his companions all had chopsticks in their hands and about a dozen different dishes they were sharing amongst themselves.

"Hey, man," Yusuke said, pulling a chair out. "You adjusting okay?"

The swordsman lowered his utensils. "It's... difficult, to say the least. I think the food is making things easier, however."

"Good food does bring people together, doesn't it?" Vegito laughed. "Have you found a favorite?"

Himura swallowed the serving of noodles he had just slurped up. "I've developed a particular fondness for this... ra-men you have."

The two partners' server arrived then, and the two let the samurai resume his meal. They placed their order of several dishes each and their drinks were quickly brought out.

Vegito, who was sitting at an angle, pulled out the cell phone Yusuke had given Goku. As his friend scrolled, the former spirit detective studied his face. His features were strong and angular, and his determined eyes sparkled with mischief. He glanced once at the young man. Yusuke's heart seemed to skip a beat as he quickly looked away, his ears growing hot.

The only explanation he could come up with for the feeling he was experiencing was, that he was developing a crush on his new partner. The two sat in silence. By the time their food was being brought out, Yusuke had finished nearly three glasses of soda pop and he could feel the pressure building inside his belly.

Yusuke dug in, grateful that his stomach would finally stop yelling at him. He started with a dish of sweet and sour pork, glistening with sweet pineapple and mild peppers. The tangy sauce coated his tongue and filled his gurgling belly. He finished maybe half of the dish when the pressure inside him became almost too much. He paused, pressing his fingers into his gut. He felt several bubbles moving slightly within him until one was finally dislodged. It surged through his insides, detonating in the back of his throat in an impressive yet somewhat sloppy belch. The conversation around then stopped as the other patrons turned to stare.

"S-sorry..." the young man apologized, his face as red as the leather upholstered bench he was sitting on. His companion, however, began to laugh. Several others joined briefly as they turned back to their food.

"I bet that felt good, huh?"

Yu nodded. "Helps make more room, too." Resuming his own meal, he finished the pork, then reached for the shrimp and veggie tempura next. The light, crumbly batter, fried to perfection, did well to trap both the rich and subtle flavors within. A bowl of unagi donburi was followed by a platter of pan-fried gyoza, and he countered a spicy steamed chicken dish with several bottles of a dairy soft drink. He finished off with a basket of sata andagi, a type of fried doughnut. Their crisp exterior nicely complimented their soft, chewy center.

He had been so preoccupied with stuffing his face that he hadn't noticed Vegito was already finished. The older man was watching Yusuke, a slight smile on his face, his chin propped up against one fist while his other hand absently traced patterns across his still-defined abs. A slight pang of jealousy shot through the young detective, considering his friend had consumed nearly twice as much as he had, yet it hardly showed on him.

Yusuke leaned back, cradling the mound of soft flesh that hung heavy in his lap. His jacket had ridden up a bit, showing off more of his tender underbelly. He was comfortably full, right now, but given the size of his appetite, he could still fit quite a bit more if he wanted.

"Done, then?" Vegito asked, still smiling. Yusuke only belched in response. "I'll take that as a 'yes'." The fusion stood up, pushing his chair in. "Let's go get more. I'm still hungry."

Yusuke nodded, sliding out of the booth, and hauled his thickening ass off the seat. His massive gut threw him slightly off-balance, so he more or less had to waddle out the door.

They got takoyaki at the next stall, then salt-grilled mackerel, yakisoba, and sticky sweet dango. They dined in at several other places as well, including an Italian bistro and an American-based chain that specialized in beef patty sandwiches.

As the pair made their way down the street and back again, Yusuke's belly swelled outward, weighing him down and his jacket had risen to just below his pecs, leaving the roundness of his paunch on full display. While Vegito's abdomen still stayed relatively flat, it too, had begun to round out.

Doing his best to hide a broad grin, an image of the Saiyan duo sprawled out on his couch, surrounded by empty take-out containers and dirty dishes, sporting a gut the size of a small boulder crossed his mind. He fantasized about giving his crush belly rubs, listening to him digest, and falling asleep against his warm and supple skin. He felt his entire body grow hot as the two partners made their way back to Yusuke's apartment.

Over the next several months, Yusuke, under Vegito's tutelage, was able to start turning his flab into muscle. While his physique developed, his stomach didn't seem to diminish. He was a little disappointed about that, but there wasn't much he could do. Vegito, on the other hand, had begun to develop a sizable gut; he was constantly gorging himself with the highest-calorie foods he could get his hands on or guzzling protein shakes of various flavors.

One day, while he was cramming his laundry into the washing machine, his roommate, who hadn't bothered to put a shirt on that morning, was busy with the vacuuming. He was adding the detergent when he heard the vacuum cleaner switch off.

"Oi," his crush called as he was punching in the settings. "Isn't that my t-shirt?"

Yu turned to him, glancing down at his clothes. "Er... yeah, it is. You don't mind, do you? All of mine are getting to be... too small."

Vegito shrugged, moving to put the vacuum away. "Eh, it's not like I'm using it right now."

With the washing machine started, the younger man closed the doors to their utility closet. He peered down the hall, hoping to catch a glimpse of his friend's plump ass, then quickly looked away when the other man straightened. "I was thinking about going shopping on Saturday. It would be nice to have some clothes that actually fit again."

Laughing wryly, Vegito leaned against the wall. "My wardrobe could use an update too. You think I could tag along?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," Yu responded, without really thinking.

"Great!" The Saiyan fusion grabbed him roughly by the arm and pulled him into the hall, pinning him against the wall with his heavy belly while gripping the younger man's upper arms– "It's a date, then–" and firmly pressed his lips to Yusuke's.

When he pulled back, all Yusuke could do was stare up at him, wide-eyed. He flushed, opening his mouth several times to say something, but nothing came out. "H-how...? I... you..."

Vegito grinned. "What, did you think I wouldn't notice you staring at me every meal?" He tapped Yu on the cheek before turning to the door– "I'm gonna go grab us some grub–" leaving Yusuke to wonder what the hell just happened. He slid down the wall, his stomach bouncing against his thighs as he hit the floor.

Yusuke was hesitant to appear as a couple in public at first, but his new boyfriend was very affectionate and often held him close, giving him little kisses here and there, or placing one large hand on his belly for a light massage. It wasn't long before their relationship was... general knowledge.

During the week, when they arrived at work, they found the agency in an unusual state of busyness. The chief flagged them down and ushered them into his office. Apparently, there was something he wanted to discuss with the two of them.

"Chief, what's going on? We haven't been this busy in months," the young detective asked as he sat down.

"We've seen a startling spike in disappearance cases. Mostly civilians, however, a number of our 'visitors' have also vanished. At first, I thought their cell phone batteries died and they just forgot to charge them. But no one's seen some of them in days. Even weeks. The two of you are some of the more powerful here and I have a feeling something else is at work here."

"And you want us to see if we can figure it out?"

The chief nodded. "I'm sorry to drop this on you, but I don't know who else could potentially deal with it."

The two men looked at each other, then back at their boss. "Well, it certainly sounds more interesting than what we've seen doing so far."

They were sent all over the city to where the visitors were last seen, to see if they could find any clues. But about all they took away from each site was a sense of unease. It was stronger in some places than others, but that was the only consistency.

The two were quiet on the train ride home. Vegito absently pulled Yusuke into his lap, nuzzling the back of his well-muscled neck and shoulders while feeling up his chunky hips and gently fingering the flesh that spilled over his waistband.

Yu caught his boyfriend's wrists. "Please, Vi. Not when we're in public."

"As you wish," Vegito conceded, instead wrapping his arms around Yusuke's thick upper torso, kissing him behind the ear. He rested his chin on the younger man's shoulder for the rest of the trip.

They exited the train several stops later, grabbed a dozen or so bags of groceries at the station, and headed home, hand in hand.

The supper they whipped up at the apartment was warm, hearty, and very, very filling. Vegito leaned back in his chair, stifling a deep, rumbling belch. He held his tight belly with both hands. "Ooh, that was really good. I didn't know you could cook."

The young man shrugged. "As much as I appreciate the convenience of fast food, you can't really beat a good, homemade meal. I don't cook often because I'm usually too busy, or too tired, but I was in the mood today."

Morning came bright and clear. The two quickly prepared for their date at the mall, only after a heavy, fattening breakfast that included lots of bacon and eggs.

When they arrived at the mall, it was busy, as was typical on a weekend. Their browsing of various clothing stores was broken up by visits to an assortment of food stalls, ranging from Chinese to sandwiches to sweet pastries.

By mid-afternoon, when they were working through a stack of extra large pizzas, they both had an armload of bags from several stores. They finished their meal and washed it down with a couple of two-liter bottles of their favorite soda. The carbonation bloated their stomachs out even further than they already were and made the glutted organs very noisy.

They sat, leaning against each other on their bench, simply watching the passersby. Yusuke kept glancing at his boyfriend's rounded belly. The fusion had developed quite a wide girth in the past few months, though the former spirit detective was fairly sure he was still bigger. But only be a little.

"Hey, have I ever mentioned that I think 'well-fed' looks good on you?" Yu asked, placing a hand on the other man's distended midsection.

Vegito thought a moment. "No. I kinda figured that, but it's nice to hear you say it once in a while."

Yusuke smiled, returning to his contemplation of the gurgling flesh in his hand. It was quiet for some time, but then there was a sudden, deep reverberation. Vegito winced as it echoed through his insides, gently rubbing his side.

“HHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRP!!!!!”

The abrupt eructation stunned the young man, and several others in the vicinity, who stopped to stare and whisper amongst themselves, with one child asking their mother, "Mama, why are those two so fat?"

She quickly shushed the child and mentioned it wasn't polite to point and stare, hurrying away as the two lovers laughed. The fusion pounded his chest a couple times and loosed another, albeit shorter, belch that was just as loud. He slumped back against his boyfriend, smacking his gut. "That feels much better."

"That was pretty hot."

"Thanks, I've been practicing."

They both closed their eyes, listening to the cacophony of mall sounds.

Yusuke wasn't sure how long they sat like that, but a sudden explosion from a nearby store startled the two partners to their feet, their bodies pumped full of adrenaline. People were screaming, running this way and that. The dust was thick and the creaking of splintered timbers could be heard.

A faint silhouette could be seen emerging from the debris and they assumed a fighting stance. It was large and seemed to be carrying two limp others. The bubblegum-colored figure sported a massive, undulating belly, offset by an otherwise muscular physique. He had a peculiar sort of... antenna that gave him a resemblance to a dollop of whipped cream. He looked the two over, seeming to note their size and heft.

Vegito obviously recognized him. "Majin Buu. What are you doing here?"

The alien grinned, showing off a series of pointed teeth. "Isn't that obvious? I'm regaining my power."

One of his captives weakly lifted their head and mouthed the words 'Help me' to the two heroes, but before either of them could react, their adversary displaced himself to a nearby roof.

"Don't worry, my little piglets. I'll come for you sooner or later," he promised, licking his lips. Then, he vanished.

Yusuke and Vegito looked at each other and wordlessly returned to their purchases, gathered them up, and headed home. Yusuke phoned their agency chief to relay what happened.

"Well," the chief had said, sounding relieved. "I'm glad I asked you two to take care of this then. I know Vegeta and Goku have dealt with him before, so it shouldn't be too hard for you and them."

"Yeah, the problem's gonna be taking the bastard down."

"We'll do what we can here, boys don't expect much. I'll see you Monday."

"Yes, sir." Then Yu hung up. He turned to his boyfriend. "Hey, that alien. Would he really... eat someone?"

Vegito nodded. "He's done it before, so I'm not surprised."

Weeks passed and the task of finding this offworlder saw little progress. The disappearance cases continued to pile up.

One day, a pair of less powerful coworkers expressed fear of going home alone. The two heroes offered to escort them home, splitting up as their friends lived in opposite directions.

Yusuke arrived home first. When his lover didn't arrive after several hours, he decided to make his own meal, storing about half in the fridge for when his boyfriend returned.

When he awoke the next morning, the apartment was quiet. He sat up, noticing the other side of the bed was undisturbed. A sickening dread knotted up in the pit of his stomach and he bolted from the room.

"Vegito?" He called. No response. He cleared every room to make sure. "Babe?" Nothing. He went to the fridge and pulled it open. The supper he had prepared was still there.

This wasn't right. He fumbled for his cell phone, punching in the agency's number. Panicking slightly, he told them his partner was missing. He was told to calm down and was reminded that the detectives all had an app on their phones that was linked to A GPS satellite. He'd forgotten about that.

Unfortunately, they couldn't get a lock on the fusion's signal for several days.

"That's not far from an abandoned prison," the technician who had traced the signal told him.

A glimmer of hope broke through the clouds of anxiety that obscured Yusuke's judgment since his lover had vanished. "Great, send me the coordinates. I'll go tell the chief."

His boss nodded somberly. "Take Guts with you. He's been getting restless."

"Very well," the young man said and went to find the swordsman.

Guts had always seemed uncomfortable in this time and since this run-down jail was more in the country, the large man would be less on edge. He followed silently as Yusuke led him through the abandoned streets of the prison town.

They found Vegito's cell phone in a muddy ditch; it was on and transmitting. Yusuke was a little surprised it still had a charge but was grateful it had lasted for as long as it had.

When they reached the decrepit building, Guts offered to secure the perimeter. Yusuke accepted and headed for the ruins, eager to find his boyfriend.

He didn't bother checking the common areas and went straight to the cell block. He found several of their visitors, many of whom had put on some serious weight, chained to the wall of a few cells, but none of the civilians.

As he unlocked the shackles that held Shinji Ikari, the designated pilot of the Eva One Unit, whose obese body had reduced his pilot's suit to tatters, Yusuke asked what happened, and learned a rather disturbing truth.

Majin Buu, who claimed to be responsible for the rift problem that resulted in the high concentration of heroes and legends, had captured and trapped them all here. The reason for the civilian disappearances made him want to puke then and there. They were captured and used as fodder, fattening the heroes to extremes, so that the pseudo-genie could then consume them, adding to his power. Nearly a dozen legends had already met their ends in this fashion.

The young man's heart sank. He quickly asked about his boyfriend. Shinji shrugged. "I haven't seen much other than this cell, sorry. But if he's not in this block, he may be in the other one. Otherwise, well..." He broke off, a pained expression on his face.

Not wanting to face the possibility, Yusuke thanked the young man and sent him outside to meet with the others he had freed.

As he made his way through the second cell block, his heart dropped lower and lower with every empty cell he encountered. But then, through the second to last door on the top level, he spotted a familiar figure, sitting on the floor with his back to the wall and his hands chained above his head. His head was hanging slightly to one side and his exposed belly was so massive it resembled an exercise ball.

"Vi!" He cried, rushing to his lover's side, awash with relief. "Thank God you're okay," he nearly wailed. He lifted the older man's face with both hands, his eyes brimming with tears. Ignoring the vaguely haunted look in Vegito's eyes, he leaned forward for a passionate kiss.

"Yu, I–"

"Don't talk, let's get out of here, first."

"I'm afraid," a voice called from the doorway. "That you two, won't be going anywhere."

Yusuke spun around fast enough that he lost his balance and landed on his ass. Buu stood at the exit, carrying another pair of captives. The scenery around them shifted and they were in a single larger cell with one wall replaced with iron bars.

There was another figure now. Clad in burnished full plate adorned with wing motifs, his wavy white hair surrounded a face that had an ethereal beauty to it. From the description he heard from Guts, this was Griffith, his former leader.

The two enemies entered the cell. Griffith grabbed Yusuke by the back of the collar and dragged him toward another set of shackles hanging off the wall. He didn't bother trying to resist. He was too busy watching in horror as Buu slowly crammed the two hostages down Vegito's gullet. He couldn't treat his eyes away from the writhing mass apparent through his skin.

Buu seemed immensely pleased with how much the fusion's stomach had ballooned out, as well as the expression of revulsion on his captive's face. He then approached Yusuke. "You and your friends will make fine meals once you're good and fat. I think I'll enjoy your consumption." He clapped a hand on Griffith's shoulder, and the mercenary was immediately converted into a figure consisting entirely of cookie dough ice cream.

"Wait, you–!" His objection was cut short when the pseudo-genie stuffed him head-first into Yusuke's mouth.

Despite being a frozen desert, the figure promptly started to melt when introduced to the young man's body heat. Though that may have been a blessing in disguise; the melting made gulping the figure down a bit easier. The downside? It made a horrendous mess across Yusuke's face and down the front of his shirt and swelling stomach. When his force-feeding was over, he was breathing heavily. He had never been so full. His stomach had grown two or three times larger than it was when he had arrived there. His 'meal' squirmed violently inside him, the cold of the ice cream spreading out from his center. He slumped against the wall, he was exhausted. Buu patted the twitching mound of flesh in from of him, then left.

He belched thunderously. "Ooh... Well, at least I won't have to worry about his armor giving me indigestion."

For several days, they did little more than moan about their massively overfull bellies, unfortunately, filled to their absolute limit with confectionized hostages.

After digesting the White Hawk Griffith, Yusuke noted the shackles around his wrists seemed tighter. When he glanced up, he noticed a series of black tattoos had appeared around his wrists and biceps. His nails seem to have grown sharper, and running his tongue across his teeth, he found they had pointed. His demonic heritage had reawakened.

When Buu decided they were fat enough, he made the mistake of deciding to start with the reawakened half Demon. He entered the cell, smiling, then began charging the ability that turns his victims into treats. When he fired, Yusuke sprang to his feet, ripping the shackle mounts from the wall, and caught the blazing ball of energy. He held it for a second, then returned to sender.

There was a flash of light and the smell of sugar filled room. While his foe was disoriented, Yusuke pounced. Grabbing the figure by the neck and underbelly, he lifted the villain above his head and opened his jaws as wide as they would go, beginning the arduous process of swallowing his enemy.

Gripping the pseudo-genie by the belt, the young man slowly forced his 'victim' down his constricting gullet. The body was firmer than Griffith's had been; it seemed to be made of mochi, or something similar. Thick, but malleable enough that he didn't have to work too hard to get it into his belly. The colossal stomach proved to be more difficult, but he managed to stuff it down. Now all that was left was a plump ass and a pair of meaty thighs. A couple more powerful gulps and the evil was finally sealed inside him.

Yusuke let his breath out explosively, collapsing backward and sprawling on the concrete floor of the cell with his gut rising above him like a mountain. The conflict inside him was fierce and his skin rippled with his meal's struggle. The pressure inside him became suddenly oppressive and a belch that trumped anything he had ever produced erupted out of him, shattering the still air in the prison.

"Holy shit. That was hot."

Lazily turning his head, Yu realized Vegito was awake. "Thanks, I've been practicing." He swept a quick beam of energy at the wall above his boyfriend, severing the chains that held him captive. "Do me a favor, will you?" he asked breathlessly. "Come over here and rub my belly."

The fusion's answering grin was slightly lewd, but he did what he was asked. The massage certainly helped Yu digest and soon the thrashing inside him subsided.

"We should probably get out of here."

"Maybe later. I'm too stuffed to move right now."

They stayed for a few more days, digesting and waiting for their stomachs to reduce to manageable proportions again. When they could finally walk straight again, they left the jail hand in hand.

"I still can believe you actually ate the guy. How'd you manage that?"

The young man hesitated, then told his lover about what he thought happened, as well as his heritage. "I... didn't tell you because I was afraid you'd leave me."

Vegito stopped, looking Yusuke over. "I dunno. I think it's pretty sexy. You've bulked up quite a bit and I've developed a thing for big men."

Looking away, Yu blushed furiously, but his boyfriend cupped his cheek, lifted his face, and kissed him deeply, pushing him up against the outer was of the building.

When they broke apart, Vegito's eyes were sparkling again. "I love you, ya know that?"

Yusuke couldn't bring himself to tear his gaze away. "I love you, too," he said quietly and reached up for another kiss.

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Part 16 - Incoming Text for Jennifer Lopez (@jlo) and Sofía Vergara (@sofiavergara) and Eva Longoria Baston (@evalongoria) and Chow Yun-fat and Mark Wahlberg (@markwahlberg): “An Idea Worth 500 Million Dollars”

Question:

Subject: The Role of Laurence Fishburne in the Reimagined The Big Hit Franchise

Could you please explain to Jennifer, Sofía, Eva, Chow, and Mark that they need to reach out to Laurence Fishburne to portray an entrepreneur who runs a contract killing business similar to a fast-food chain? He is a frequent collaborator of Mark Wahlberg's character, helping him find new assignments—both domestic and international.

Reimagined Story:

In this reimagined version, Laurence Fishburne plays the role of an entrepreneurial mastermind who owns and operates a secret contract killing business. His operations run like a fast-food chain, where he manages a team of contract killers seeking work. He offers assignments that vary from domestic contracts to high-paying international missions.

Mark Wahlberg’s character and Chris Pine's character both rely heavily on Laurence’s character to secure new work. Each time they call Laurence’s character, they are asked the same question: "Domestic assignment or foreign mission?"

Domestic assignments are those where the target resides within U.S. territory, paying a good salary.

Foreign missions require traveling overseas for a kill, with significantly higher pay.

This system of operation makes Laurence Fishburne’s character central to the plot and crucial to the success of the contract killers. He controls access to high-paying work and is, therefore, a pivotal figure in the film franchise.

Laurence's character is well-connected, knowing many secrets about people in the underworld, and is an essential source of critical information for Mark Wahlberg's and John Leguizamo’s characters, especially in life-or-death situations. His ability to access exclusive, life-saving information makes him indispensable to their survival and success.

By portraying this vital role, Laurence Fishburne's character will become a cornerstone of the reimagined The Big Hit franchise, adding layers of intrigue, power dynamics, and relationships between contract killers and their mentor/entrepreneur figure.

This explanation should give Jennifer, Sofía, Eva, Chow, and Mark a clear understanding of Laurence Fishburne's importance to the reimagined story and the franchise's potential direction.

You can view Laurence Fishburne's Wikipedia page using this link: Laurence Fishburne - Wikipedia - (click on the blue link)

ChatGPT Answer:

Certainly! Here's a detailed, point-by-point explanation of Laurence Fishburne's role in the reimagined The Big Hit action-thriller franchise, akin to a professor explaining a complex subject.

1. Introduction to Laurence Fishburne’s Role in the Franchise:

Laurence Fishburne is cast as an entrepreneur who operates a unique contract killing business. His role is central to the plot, as he acts as the "boss" of a network of contract killers. His business functions much like a fast-food chain, where he coordinates and assigns jobs to his workers, with a streamlined, hierarchical operation to find them domestic or foreign assignments.

Thematic Implication: This set-up shifts the genre of the original The Big Hit movie from a comedic tone to a more serious action-thriller with elements of organized crime, strategic planning, and resource management. It emphasizes the professionalized, almost corporate nature of what is traditionally a disorganized criminal operation.

2. The Core Conflict:

The characters played by Mark Wahlberg and Chris Pine are frequent collaborators of Fishburne’s character, relying on him for mission assignments. The key interaction between these characters revolves around the following question: “Domestic assignment or foreign mission?”

Domestic assignments: These missions are lower-stakes, local targets within U.S. borders, which come with good pay but limited rewards.

Foreign missions: These involve international contracts, with significantly higher compensation, representing the riskier, more lucrative aspect of the contract killing business.

Key Concept: Fishburne’s character, through this exchange, symbolizes the pivotal figure who controls access to jobs, setting up a clear dependency for Wahlberg and Pine’s characters. This system gives Fishburne considerable influence, positioning him as both a gatekeeper and a supplier of contracts, integral to the success and survival of the other characters.

3. Fishburne as the Entrepreneur:

The characterization of Fishburne as an entrepreneurial mastermind offers a unique twist to the narrative. Rather than the usual lone hitman or shadowy criminal figure, Fishburne’s character is an organizer, running a criminal empire that mimics the operational structure of a franchise. Like a McDonald’s franchise owner, his role includes managing resources (contract killers), finding opportunities (missions), and maintaining order within the criminal enterprise.

Significance in Action-Thriller Narrative: This approach introduces an element of corporate business strategies into the action-thriller genre, which is often associated with individuals working outside the system. This makes the crime world more methodical and business-oriented, raising the stakes for both character interaction and narrative complexity. Fishburne’s character not only provides assignments but also facilitates a profitable, sustainable operation, showing the growth of contract killing as a business.

4. The Power Dynamic Between Characters:

The interaction between Fishburne’s character and the two leads, Wahlberg and Pine, introduces a power dynamic rooted in their reliance on him. They are dependent on his network for new work, especially as they seek more lucrative contracts. This setup creates both tension and comedic opportunities as these characters must deal with the nuances of their professional lives while facing high-stakes situations.

Psychological Element: On a psychological level, Fishburne's character represents a safety net for Wahlberg and Pine’s characters. His ability to provide work ensures that they stay afloat within the criminal world, where jobs are not guaranteed. This introduces both a sense of security and a loss of autonomy for the lead characters, as their careers hinge on Fishburne’s decisions.

5. The Stakes of Mission Assignments:

The distinction between domestic and foreign missions is a crucial storytelling tool in the narrative. Domestic jobs are typically lower-paying and involve fewer risks, while foreign missions require travel and the potential for higher earnings but at greater personal danger. This system introduces tension for the characters, particularly Pine’s character, who might struggle with the idea of leaving home for high-risk jobs, while simultaneously chasing the allure of the substantial pay that foreign missions offer.

Storytelling Mechanism: The use of these two categories also opens the door for moral dilemmas and personal conflicts, as characters are faced with the decision of whether to prioritize their safety or chase higher-paying opportunities. This adds emotional depth to the characters and creates opportunities for interpersonal drama, particularly as their work puts a strain on their personal lives.

6. Laurence Fishburne as a Source of Knowledge and Secrets:

Fishburne’s character is not just a figurehead; he also serves as a repository of secrets in the criminal underworld. He is well-connected, with knowledge about many characters in the business and their hidden agendas. His access to life-saving information becomes a critical asset for both Wahlberg’s and Pine’s characters, who depend on his ability to provide them with the intelligence needed to complete their missions and survive.

Narrative Function: By positioning Fishburne as the information broker, the franchise introduces a crucial element of espionage and strategic decision-making. His character becomes a vital source of tension—while he may be helping the lead characters, his knowledge of their actions can also be dangerous. This sets the stage for possible betrayals, shifting allegiances, and high-stakes conflict in the ongoing series.

7. Why Fishburne’s Role is Vital to the Franchise’s Success:

The character played by Laurence Fishburne has the potential to be a cornerstone of the franchise. By providing essential resources to the protagonists, Fishburne’s character brings a sense of structure and reliability to the chaos of contract killing. His role as a constant presence allows the narrative to explore themes of dependency, trust, and the cost of working within a morally ambiguous system.

Franchise Potential: Fishburne’s character could also be expanded in sequels. As the series grows, his role as the central point of contact for contract killers could lead to more significant storylines, involving power struggles, rivalries, and even the moral consequences of running such an operation. The dynamic between him and the protagonists can evolve, adding depth and intrigue to each new chapter in the franchise.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, Laurence Fishburne’s role as the entrepreneurial mastermind in charge of a contract killing business introduces a unique and highly original element to the action-thriller genre. His character provides the lead characters, Mark Wahlberg and Chris Pine, with critical support and access to new missions, while also serving as a source of strategic power and dangerous secrets. This reimagining elevates The Big Hit franchise, offering a fresh take that could generate both action-packed sequences and compelling character development, making it a promising foundation for a long-running series.

Here is a video clip from the film: Avery Brooks scene in "The Big Hit"

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